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goldenhydreigon47 · 2 years

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Time for more Omori ship headcanons, namely ones used by my friends (namely @writeranon69 @piplupmakesstuff @phrogs-blog @belongsinthetrash @mozzaremi and @cromicronm) and some of my own favorites (@writeranon69 when you return you're gonna LOVE this):

Note: Outside of a few which will be marked with a star to indicate the ships I ship in my headcanon, most of these ships are headcanons I have for the ships my friends' headcanon happening :)

☆Sunflower: Sunny helps Basil around the garden, namely with watering the extensive amount of plants in Basil's garden, and Basil often calls him either, "his precious Sunflower," or, "his busy beloved bee."

Suntan: Kel was completely oblivious to any forms of flirtation from Sunny for approximately 243 hints that Sunny dropped before Sunny outright confessed and even then, it took Kel a few minutes to process it because best boy is a confused boyo.

Sunburn (@writeranon69 THIS ONE'S FOR YOU WHEN YOU RETURN :D): Aubrey and Sunny have done full on outfit swaps on certain days. She always cannot stop saying, "How adorable her Sunbun is," while he's wearing her jacket, even whilst he's just standing there MENACINGLY

Sunbleached (@mozzaremi and @cromicronm come get your food/j 🙂): The Maverick sometimes sings full on love songs from anime, in fluent Japanese too (since Sunny is half-Japanese in my headcanon, I like to headcanon he helped Mikhael learn the language tol due to their shared love of anime) to Sunny. Daphne and Bowen helped him learn to sing really well. Also, The Maverick and Sunny have done duets of both Two Player Game from Be More Chill (New headcanon of mine says Mikhael is a theater kid) and Snow Halation (also in fluent Japanese)

Sunsketch (@writeranon69 and @donuqx-art *[yeets this at you/pos]*: Sunny was helped by Mincy in his quest to become a better artist and, as thanks and his confession, he drew her a very high quality boquet with the wrapping saying, "May I have the honor of being your lover?"

Baseball (@belongsinthetrash This one's for you :) ): Kel's obviousness and Aubrey's edgy yet soft aesthetic can lead to pure wholesome chaos when these two are alone together.

Fireflower (@writeranon69 Also for you friendo): Aubrey gives Basil piggybacks constantly and sometimes, Basil falls asleep on her shoulder.

☆Cotton Candy: Aubrey has successfully managed to help Kim actually pay for candy instead of stealing it. In exchange, Kim and Vance talked to their mother and ultimately allowed Aubrey to live with them so she can actually have good experiences in a household since we all know how bad Aubrey's parents are

Paintsplash (@donuqx-art Come get your juice): Mincy's confession to Aubrey happened as she drew her and Aubrey as bunnies snuggling together lovingly in the woods

☆Heromari: Mari is the reason Hero learned to cook. He wanted to treat her like a queen when they married (well before Mari got ayo the pizza'd) and this was one of the ways he thought could help with that

☆Paperboat: Cris' family once took a cruise liner out to sea and Cris gave Mincy tickets to join them. It was on this cruise where Mincy and Cris confessed to each other, ultimately leading to their first kiss as dolphins leaped above the waves behind them

☆Captain Spaceboy x Sweetheart: In the post-good ending version of Headspace, Sweetheart becomes a much more kind-hearted, less boastful, much less egotistical, and overall great person and treats Spaceboy very well, as does he. They are now known as, "The Benevolent Royal Couple of the Stars."

#omori #omori ships #omori sunny #omori basil #omori kel #omori aubrey #omori mincy #omori the maverick #omori kim #omori hero #omori mari #omori cris #omori captain spaceboy #omori sweetheart

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angelofthebau · 4 years

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can you do “You can’t cum until I say so.”, “choke me” and “can i at least shut the door before you pounce on me the minute i come through the door” with Aaron please?? thank you i love you ❤️

I love you too, angel face. Buckle up boyos, this one’s a wild, smutty ride. porn without the plot

Warnings: 18+, filthy af, language, smut, bit of fluff, dom/sub. Word Count: 2021

𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊

The second that Y/N’s phone began to buzz on the coffee table, she was already scrambling around her apartment, attempting to hastily pull her boots on whilst pulling her coat over her arm at the same time, not wanting to waste precious seconds. She grabbed the phone, scanning the message to see how long it would be before the plane landed, and hurried out of the building, almost forgetting to lock her front door. She silently thanked one a.m for making the traffic to the FBI Headquarters so light compared with usual, and managed to make it to the floor where the BAU were stationed with five minutes to spare. Y/N grinned widely as she pushed open the glass doors, seeing the bullpen completely empty. The plane should be landing right about now: she had time for her surprise attack to go ahead as planned.

Her feet found the route to the office she needed. She allowed herself a spare second to glance at the name plate on the door, a small smirk fluttering in the corners of her lips, before entering the office. She left everything as it was: all the lights turned off; the blinds drawn shut neatly; the papers scattered on the desk. All she had to do was to take a seat on the couch by the door and wait.

The sound of her breath was the only thing that she heard for a few minutes, until the giving voices of the team trickled into the bullpen. Then she heard him. His voice, softly calling goodnight, as footsteps drew closer to the other side of the office door – footsteps that she recognised, that she’d learned to know over the last few months. Y/N willed herself not to giggle. The door turned and opened. A hand, illuminated by the dull light streaming in from the window, grazed against the wall. She was ready to go.

As soon as Aaron flicked the light switch, he was engulfed in an attack – a hand pressed against the back of his neck, a warm body clasped against his chest, and lips that latched onto his hungrily. The familiar scent stopped him from panicking, he’d barely had time to process what was happening, but the well-known feeling of her was enough to make him melt completely, involuntarily bringing his arms around the culprit’s waist, smiling into the kiss as she managed to pull away a little.

“Can I at least shut the door before you pounce on me the minute I get here?” He chuckled. Y/N brought her leg up and kicked the door shut in a quick, swift motion, turning her attention back to Aaron, allowing a small huff to escape her. A firm grip braced around her wrists and she pulled away, meeting his dark eyes.

“Did you just kick my door?” He asked. His voice had dipped a little in pitch, turning to steel, a small air of playfulness lingering within it. The tone made a fire stream from Y/N’s stomach into her chest, excitement dancing around her.

“Nope,” She said solemnly, popping the ‘p’, doe-eyed and innocent as she glanced to the floor.

“Now you’re lying,”

“Nope,”

“I thought you would behave for me,” His grip tightened a little on Y/N’s wrists. It physically hurt her not to smirk at him, but she kept her eyes pure and her face puckered in a small pout.

There was just something about teasing Aaron Hotchner. She knew she could be a complete brat, but her attitude was just that, constantly, whenever he was near her like this. There was just…something. Something so damn hot that she just couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t behave for him at all – she had to torment him and disobey him, to make him so riled up – even though she knew he’d fuck her just as good, without her running her mouth at him.

“Choke me,” Y/N said, her voice crystal clear and steady, a completely different tone than the high pitched moans that he had reduced her to in the next few seconds, as his hand found the tips of her hair, wrapping it between his fingers and pulling.

“You’re not the boss, Y/N. Behave,” His eyes were glowing, getting more and more turned on by the complete defiance that surrounded Y/N constantly. He knew exactly what she was about to say, and he waited for her to spit the words at him. He needed her to say it just as much as she needed to. It was like waving a red flag to a bull – the second that she said it, he knew he’d break and give her the force that she craved.

“Make me,”

Y/N always cursed at herself for saying it. She just could not help herself at all, and she knew what those words did to him. She loved it. His hand switched from the ends of her hair to her scalp, weaving as much hair as he could into the palm of his hand, pulling so hard that her head bent back slightly, a small squeak of pleasure emitting her lips as he towered over her.

“Who’s the boss?” He asked, his voice dropping even lower and dripping in lust and tease. His slowly dragged his top teeth against her jaw line, taking his time to toy with her, not giving her enough pressure to feel as good as she wanted, but just enough for her to be reminded of what she could have if she’d just shut the fuck up. Y/N couldn’t quite find the words to answer, torn in wanting to push him even further, but so badly needing his hand stretched around her neck. He asked again, pulling her hair even harder, the pain giving her extra pleasure as she whimpered.

“You are,” She finally whispered, giving into him, moaning in desperation as he nibbled lightly on her neck before releasing her other wrist and bringing his hand to her neck. He wrapped it around her, squeezing lightly, his chest rumbling from the small smile she let out as he choked her. The smile of winning.

“Such a brat,” He chastised, pulling his hand away from her, knowing that he hadn’t been there long enough for her. He wound her up just as much as she did to him, knowing that she’d eventually turn into a desperate mess, a sight that made him so damn hot that he’d give into her, too.

“Please,”

“You always have to be bad,”

The way he spoke to Y/N was killing her. This was the part that she constantly thought about, the part where he completely overpowered her, the part that she’d dream about whilst sat at her desk on the floor below his, pretending to be doing paperwork and praying that her wetness wouldn’t seep through her skirt. She tried to sneak her hand down towards her clit, desperately needing friction, but he caught her before she even managed to touch, his hands returning to her wrists as he forced her backwards onto the couch. He stopped to lock the door, turning back around to see her trying again, her desperation climbing. Pinning her arms back next to her head, he leaned in close to her face.

“You can’t cum until I say so. Keep your arms there, or you won’t cum at all,”

The sound of her frantic whining at his command made Aaron want to just fuck her senseless right then and there, but he’d learned patience when trying to tame Y/N, knowing that her urgent sobs would bring him even more satisfaction when she eventually submitted to him.

He chose to be agonisingly slow when it came to finding his way to her, trailing his fingers down her waist, attentively dancing around every sensitive part of her skin that he’d mastered, before lightly dragging his nails on her inner thighs. Aaron watched her the whole time, relishing the look on her face as her mouth popped open every time he found a sweet spot. His thumb grazed against her clit, moving his hand to trail along her hipbone, and then grazing again, over and over until she had tears building in her eyes from sheer torturous agony. He knew it’d only be a few more seconds before she’d break.

“Please. I’ll behave. Please. I promise, I fucking promise, I swear, I’ll behave,” Her voice came out in ragged, panting hushes, begging for him. He brought his thumb back to where she needed it, circling in a slow motion before picking up a speed that he knew would bring her on the edge, applying more pressure. With Y/N, he’d learned the tell-tale signs of when she close, and watched as she bit down on her lip, waiting for the low gasp.

“Not yet,” He warned as the gasp spilled out of her mouth, withdrawing himself from her. She had tears running down her face.

“Hotch, I’m begging you,” She mewled, knowing that calling him that would bring him even closer to ruining her, knowing it meant that she’d complied to him being the boss. He stood up and began removing his suit and dress-shirt, nodding at Y/N for her to remove her clothes. She ripped hers away within seconds, watching the man in front of her slowly become completely naked. He stood there for a minute, allowing his eyes to take in her body, the same way he always did.

“And you’re going to be good now, baby?” Aaron asked. Y/N lunged forward, her fingers in her mouth, as she nodded, and began rubbing her wet hand around his cock, taking the time to leave small kisses on the tip. She heard him groan, and she opened her mouth, taking him in completely down her throat as she tasted him. Her head bobbed as she sucked, allowing small moans to break out of her mouth as he stroked the top of her head, the praise leaving her more and more turned on. He stepped backwards slightly, and Y/N released him from her lips, looking up at him with utter need.

He pushed her down onto the floor, landing on top of her as he placed wet kisses across her chest, kneading her breast.

“Are you okay?” He mumbled against her, and she smiled at the care, whispering an agreement as he reached his hand down to line himself up.

He pushed in and allowed himself to fill her first, spreading her out, both groaning at the pleasure, before beginning a slow pace, taking the time to kiss her lips sweetly. She murmured his name repeatedly as he increased his pace, soon thrusting in her so fast and deep that he could barely think straight. She basked in the feeling of him, everything falling away from her as she focused her gaze on his, every vein in her body on fire. He placed his hand back to her clit, her yelps pushing him further, barely able to make words form out of his mouth as he felt his own end approaching him. He managed to bring his other hand around her neck, squeezing as much as he safely could.

“Now,” Aaron managed to huff out, and she came, hard, his name a mantra on her lips as white clouded her vision at the same time that he spilled inside her, leaving deep sighs to hang in the air as the euphoria of their highs washed over them. He collapsed on top of her chest, leaving his cock to twitch away the ending.

The one thing that they’d left unspoken is how much they loved the beautiful intimacy that happened straight after. The silence of their voices, the only sounds being the breaths they were trying to chase back, and the pure feeling of love and want as they lay together, skin on skin, trying to regain their reality. To Y/N, one of the best things in the world was the way he’d always lift his head slowly, a shy smile gracing his face as he kissed her damp forehead, before laying back down again, never in any rush to move.

#aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #hotch #aaron hotcher x reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner smut #daddy!hotch #marley hotchner

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cosplaydude637 · 3 years

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Chapter 08: Market Run.

Simon has been in the library for the last three days. He looked like crap. His hair was messier then normal and he had dark rings under his eyes, an energy ruin barind on his right arm. Isabelle walks in and looks at her husband and lets out a heavy hearted sigh.

“Simon why are you still here? You have to sleep!” She barks.

Simon slow looks up at her his eyes red from staring at a computer screen. “Is there word form the other have we learned anything?” He asks. Isabelle shakes her head slowly “Ok then that is why i am still here researching everything I can think of.” He adds. Isabelle sighs and walks out of the library.

Isabelle leaned her back on the door of the library. She loved Simon but damn that man could be stubborn. Then again she did love that about him too, just not when it came to her. Giving a heavy sigh she push off and heads down the hall to the weapons room.

Once in the weapon room Izzy fault at home. The room was covered in all kinds of weapons from swords and whips to axes and bows. As a weapons master Isabellea loved this room. Not as must as she loved her and Simon room…. There bed. How she missed her husband but ever since they learned of the Gates Simon has not left the library. She past most her time here.

However this time the weapons room was not empty. Ruthie one of the new young shadowhunters was standing there looking over a table of knifes. “Can I help you squirt.” Izzy asks. Ruthie jumps and lets out a little sqwill.

“Mr.s LoveLace you scared me.” Ruthie says turning to look at Izzy.

“It's Izzy and i am sorry but did you need some Weapons?” Izzy asks as she makes her way to her work table.

“Mr.s ...Izzy” Ruthie starts to say but catches her self. “You know every Weapon in here right?” she finishes.

“That I do, I would not be much of a weapons master if I did not. Why do you want to learn?” Izzy inquers.

Ruthie shakes her head “Not exactly. I am the medic for my squad as you will know. I want to learn how these weapons can hurt my team and what I can do to heal them.” she explands.

“Wall for must of them a Iratze will do the trick.” Izzy repalies.

“You just said, must of them?” Ruthie asks

“Wall ya if we are stabbed with a seraph blade it will not heal with an Iratze.” Izzy explands.

“And any truly deadly cut will need more than just a Iratze that's why Alec put into place a medic on every team.” Izzy says fingering a long sword that lies on her disk. Just then one of the other new Shadowhunters enters the room.

“Hello Xander.” Izzy says waving at him.

“Hey the console asked me to tell you that him, Jace,Simon,Clary, Mekyle and Angelique are all going on a mission and will be back later.” Xander says in a very droll voice.

“What's with you?” Ruthie asks.

“Just because I don't have a Parabatai I can't go on this mission.” Xander pouts.

“It does suck at times but there are just some things that only they can do. Trust me I dealt with it all my life.” Izzy says with a small smile.

“Ya but I am going crazy stuck in here with books.” Xander says.

“Well you know there are other ways to get info” Izzy replays with an evil smile. Ruthie and Xander exchange looks and smile.

An hour later Izzy, Ruthie and Xander are walking down Canal street in full gear unseen to all the mundens. “Where are we going?” Xander asked.

“Just keep up.” Izzy says ducking into an old run-down theater. The other two follow her. Their eyes go wide when they see a huge market unfooled before them. “Welcome to the Shadow Market.” She adds with a smile.

The two young shadowhunters look around in amazement. There were stands selling all kinds of things. One stand head a vampire selling Cross of all things. There were two Werewolves selling all kinds of meat. In the square two fey girls were dancing in circles. As they walked deeper and deeper in the market they were filled with wonder.

“Mrs.Isabelle, where are we going?” Xander asks.

“Just call me Izzy and we are headed there.” Izzy says and points to a small building. The sign over it says “The Dancing Elf.”

“Tell me that is a joke.” Ruthie smirks as they make their way in.

The Dancing Elf was a very busy bar with all kinds of downworlders in it. Izzy walks over to the Bar and kicks one of the chears so hard it flies over everyone's head and hits the back wall. The whole place goes silent and turns and looks at Izzy, Ruthie and Xander. Xanders hands slowly move to his Chakrums on his hips. Right as the room seems to start to bust into a full out brawl a Woman voce yells from the back of the bar at a round Table. “Damn it Lightwood why you gotta be a pain in everyone's ass!”

Izzy smirked and started to make her way to the table. She walked with a power that screamed go ahead and try to pick a fight with me, I dare you. But not a single one came at her. And there were gant Fey in this place but they just looked away or got out of Izzy's way as she passed. Xander and Ruthie followed behind her quickly.

“Cassandra you old Dog. You know me, I got to be the center of attachen.” Izzy flashed her a devilish smile.

Cassandra was a lean woman with long green hair and glowing yellow eyes. She was dressed head to toe in black with 3ich high black combat boots. Both her arms were covered in tattoos. Like Izzy, Cassandra ora screamed fighter. Seeing as Xander is from the mundane world Cassandra looks like something out of a biker gang.

“Izzy Lightwood it's been far too long.” Cassandra moshens for them to sit down. As the Shadowhunters take their seat the Bar goes back to its normal business.

“It's Lovelace's now Cass.” Izzy smiles and flashes her wedding ring.

“Wall lish me and send me to the powned A man who was brave enough to put a ring on it.”

“Cass be nice Simon is a great man and one hell of a lover.” Izzy smirked.

“So why are you here, most not be for a drank… Seeing as you got the kiddos.” Cass looked over at the two young shadowhunters. Ruthie's eyes were glued to the table but Xanders head was like it was on a swivel. In his mind he had already mapped out ways to get them out of this place with as little damage as needed.

“Cass, This is Xander and Ruthie. They are young but they are ShadowHunters and they are good. Or so Jace tells me.”

“Oh Jace how is my dear blond god?”

“Married” Xander smarted off.

“Oh the kids Got fire?” Cass asked. Xander locked eyes with her and for a few sacents not one of them blinked. “Oh i like you boyo.” Cass says liking her lips sadctvly. This made Xander look away. Cass leaphs out and turn back to Izzy. “so why are you here?”

“Need Info and you're just the bloodhound to find out for me.” Izzy says with a soft smile.

“Is Is she a Wolf?” Ruthie squikes out. Cass again starts leaphing.

“No I am a warlock that is shifter.” Cass answers.

“Shifter?” Ruthie asks, finally looking at the women.

“Ya I am a Shape Shifter. I mostly turn in to a dog. Hins why your monitor keeps dropping the dog jokes.”

“Hey you made one two.” Xander chimes in. Cass blows him a kiss and smiles as Xander's whole face turns red and he finds a very interesting spot on the floor to Look at.

“Cass focus I need info on a warlock that is called Sinara.” Izzy snaped. Cass whent raged and her face went almost ghost white.

“You seen her.. Or you know her.” Izzy stated

“Look Shadowhunter I think it's time you got out of my bar!”

“Cass, Please she almost killed my brothers.”

“Get out!” Cass growled and once again the whole bar fell silent.

Izzy studded up and slammed her fist on the table. “Damn you Bitch and all your kind!” Izzy stormed out of the bar. Ruthie followed suit behind her but as Xander made to leave Cass grabbed his arm and slammed a piece of paper into his hand. Xander looked at Cass and in her yellow eyes and for a split second he saw regret in her eyes.

Once All three of them were outside Izzy spun on Xander and grabbed his shirt. “What did she say to you?”

“What nothing just gave me this paper.” Xander holds up the paper and Izzy saches it out of his hand. She quickly opens it and starts to giggle like a schoolgirl. She hands it back and starts for the exit. Xander looks at the paper and again Blush like a mad man. All that was on the paper was a phone number and xoxoxo

As our group of shadowhunters make it to the exit a blood curdling scram coming from the Dancing Elf. Without thinking Xander turned and ran back with Ruthie and Izzy a few seconds behind him. Xander bust through the doors of the bar and drew his chakrams as he landed and stood ready to fight. The bar looked like a blood bath. Ruthie let out a small scream as she came charging in.

“By the Angel!” She states and starts to tend to the few that were still alive.

Izzy eyes sweep the room quickly. Xander does the same. Both were taking inventory of who was in the bar and how was not… “Cass!” They both shout. A werewolf with a broken leg slowly sits up. “They grabbed her and head out the back.” Ruthie moved to start working on his leg.

“You two Go I got this.” Ruthie doesn't even notice that Xander was already gone.

“Damn it!” Izzy snapped and took off after him.

When Xander got to the back alley he found to human shaped shadow hovering over Cass who was laying passed out on the floor. Xander threw one of his chakrams, That cutting off one of the shadow heads.

“Nephalum.” The other shadow histed

“Shadow Demons” Izzy says, waking up next to Xander, her shank bracelet slithering into its whip form.

“You know this breed of demon?” Xander asks as his chakram flies into his hand.

“Ya, A shadow demon is formed from the very essence of evil on the Abyss”

“So why are they after Cass?”

“Good Question lets ask.” Izzy flicked her wrist and her whip gois flying out and wraps around the demons neck. The sound of burning flesh can be hard and smoke was coming from it's nick where the whip was.

“Adumis..” It cried out in pain.

“That's right big boy.” Izzy scoffed.

Xander dashes over to Cass wall Izzy toys with the demon. Cass layed there on the cold ground unconscious. Xander slowly moved her head to where it was laying on his lap. “Ruthie!!!” He cries out.

“Why are you after my Friend!” Izzy bracked yanking on the whip.

“Shape Shifter talks too much.” the demon answers in a raspy voice.

“Who sent you?”

“Why you ask us that you know already.”

“Sinara” Xander ground out from clenched teeth.

Finally Ruthie head made her way to the ally they all stood in. She crouched down next to Cass and began working on her. “It's going to be ok Xan I think she is just out cold.” Ruthie lays her med bag down and Xander places Cass hade on it. Within sacets Xander head drew his other chakram and shoved it deep into the demons left arm and head the other at its throat. Izzy eyes widened and shock then softened in respect.

“I am only going to ask this once. Why... does... Sinara... want... Cassandra... to... stop... talking...?” He drew out the words of that last sentence so that the demon knew he was not messing around.

“Gatekeeper Gatekeeper!” It shouted out in fear “No Kill me I only do my j…” It started to add but was cut off when Xander cut it's head off with his charkram.

“You will never lay a hand on her again!” Slowly he clipped his charkram to his hips and turned to see all three girls staring at him. He locked eyes with Cass and she smiled at him. He gave her a soft smile back.

“Umm what's a GateKeeper?” Ruthie asks, breaking the awkward silence.

“I am.” Cass answers. Ruthie and Izzy help her up

“Ok what's that mean Cass?” Izzy asks.

“It's an order that the Shadowhunters started but over the centrays Downworlders have joined. We have one simple job.” Cass says with a heavy sigh

“Guard the gates of hell.” Xander finishes for her. Cass only nods in agreement.

#shadowhunters #shadow world #jace herondale #clary fairchild #clary x jace #alec lightwood #magnus bane #alec x magnus #simon lovelace #izzy lightwood #simon x izzy #epic #cool

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harmonytre · 3 years

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Comic Plans

Current Projects:

Prismtale (Mondays): An Undertale AU involving NPCs and multiverse travelling. Multi-chapter comic and ongoing.

Mistbreak (Tuesdays): A Steven Universe AU with about 5 pages left of the comic. Then it will become an ask/drabble/design blog.

Flicker of a Neon Soul (Wednesdays): An Undertale AU where monsters have colored soul traits and humans have white soul traits. 10+ chaptered comic with many plans and plot.

Taffy and Steven (Thursdays): A Steven Universe where Steven and his gem are split into different people and Taffy is a wholesome boyo. One page left of the comic, then will become an ask/edit blog with occasional comics.

Future Fandom Projects:

Pokemon Nuzlocke Comics: Multiple regions and an overarching plot. I need to finish playing and writing the first arc before starting the comic. (long term)

Who I Am: A Pokemon comic where James from Team Rocket is a were-pokemon. I need to rewrite it first. About 7 to 8 chapters. (medium length)

Other Undertale AUs: Certain AUs will be revealed in Prismtale and turn into side blogs, and others will be one time comics. (varies)

Future Original Projects:

(One of these I want to make extremely interactive. Like the audience makes choices for the characters.)

Phantulfurs: A comic about teens with powers to see creatures no one else can. I’ve rewritten the first chapter multiple times, but I need to really write it out before starting the comic. About ten arcs. (long term)

Skryculars: A sequel to the above story. (medium length)

The Journeyers: A multi-book series with my cousin. About ten books. Involves animals, powers, and romance. Won’t give information beyond that. (long term)

Unnamed Animated Series: Still need to design the two main characters, but they’ll travel through many worlds from my dream world. (long term youtube series)

Unnamed Wings Story: Decided many many characters for a high school story with wings. Lots of diversity and LGBTQ. Problem is I don’t like writing high school stories and have no plot. ;^; (medium? short?)

Unnamed Long Term Comic: A story about a space girl with wings, a nonbinary person that can shapeshift and communicate with animals, twins with water and plant powers, and an angsty wholesome skeleton bean. No plot yet. (long term)

Short Term (below the cut, any catch your interest?)

(keep in mind many of these I wrote the descriptions for years ago or based off of dreams.)

“Orphan Dog” and “Martha’s Pack” An orphan finds out she can talk to dogs and realizes they are the key to finding her missing parents. (Wrote when I was 8, rewrote partially when I was 13. So very cheezy. Would be even cheezier if I didn’t rewrite it, but still drew quality serious art XD.)

“The Agency” A girl named Jill has secrets. Major secrets. For one, she can turn into any animal at will including extinct, Fantasy, or hybrids. Don’t forget that she can also turn invisible and do telepathy. (Not to mention she runs an entire secret animal spy community…) When her best friend and spy ally, Izabella the opossum, goes missing, she must find what it means to be a true friend and showing that it’s what’s inside that counts. (Actually liked this one too. Even if it’s also cheezy.)

1. “Moos” A boy is adopted by cows and is granted the power to understand animals and turn into a cow.

2. “Moos: Vile Meat” Hoover is back and he must defeat the evil Haystack, a human entrapping calfs in little domes for eternity.

3. “Moos: Cold Cuts” Hoover finds a new ally, one who creates...snow?

4. “Moos: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey” Haystack is back and Hoover and his friends must defeat him before he turns all pigs into stone. (Cheezy series?)

“Extraordinaries” Emma, her friend, Millie, her brother, Clark, and her dog, Charlie, have to travel to a faraway land to save Emma’s mother, who has been poisoned. Along the way Emma and the team must find how to deal with their newfound powers of Imagination. (This one was also pretty good! A story from Nanowrimo a few years ago.)

“The Hummingbird Did It” A hummingbird turns a lazy boy into a dog. The boy must venture across country to find the cure. (Was kinda boring and just me having fun with google maps lol.)

“Sunshine and Rainbows” A girl is taken to another world by rainbow dust and must find her way back to Earth. (Can’t actually remember this one.)

“Nature’s Lifeforce” A boy and girl are given the power to turn into any woodland creature and talk to trees. (Also can’t remember, but sounds cool.)

“Ravens” A girl named Hannah, a boy named Billy, a boy named Cameron, a girl named Lyla, and a boy named Clark, among other students, have their wishes come true. This creates a problem as Cameron becomes a dog, Lyla becomes a cat and Hannah and Billy become ravens. They fix the problem for everyone except Hannah and Billy, but embark on an adventure to find the scientist who can help them. (Based on a dream, I think.)

“Dragon wings” Hiccup and Toothless accidentally sit down someplace weird. They switch bodies and Toothless claims to have heard someone press a button. (ASDFGHJKL WHAT?! HTTYD short story)

“Melody Dreambubble” A weird new pony arrives in Ponyville. Twilight is curious to find that she has no Cutie Mark, was raised by wolves, and bears mysterious powers. (My Little Pony, kinda self insert, short story)

“Eyes of Gold/The Tower” A Fan Fiction based on The Ever Afters series and two stories rolled into one. Rory finds that her two best friends have been poisoned by a new dragon species/As Rory is about to enter a tower to save Chase a random girl shows up out of nowhere and has a weird habit of annoying Adelaide. (Was my first ever self insert? And based on a book series unlike the rest? Cool! Oh I even wrote ten whole pages! Neat. Featuring a girl chasing a dragon with a bedpan!)

“Roadkill” A man purposely runs over a deer on a freeway. The deer’s best friend curses the man, later to regret it because he has to undo the curse himself. (Lol, this was interesting.)

“Melissa and Steven Started a Food Fight” A completely random book that takes the characters through an adventure of explosions, unicorns, and talking squirrels. (Used a random prompt generator. Very random. And funny.)

“Before it’s Gone” A snooty teen crashes in her car and finds a surprise when she wakes up. (Oh yeah, another old story. She turned into a dog and none of the other dogs believed her.)

“The Unicorn Killer” A short story about poachers and Julia. (Yep. Short story.)

1. “Feathers of Gold” A logical young bird griffin, Gabriel, wants to find a way to stop to war between bird and lion in his land, Genetica.

2. “Scales of Emerald” A shy young dragon, Emmie, tries to keep her land, Reptilia, from destruction.

3. “Hair of Crystal” A brave young unicorn, Crystal, tries to find a way to join together the leaders of the land of Equinsta.

4. “Flames of Ruby” A vain young phoenix, Flaxter, tries to capture the eyes of girls. Taken place in the land of Flamia.

5. “Gems Unite” Gabriel, Emmie, Crystal, and Flaxter find out they are The Gems, the only ones who can save their world, Animagicia, from the beings, called Humurns, that are trying to destroy it. They must come together and find who they truly are. (Might have fun with this series. I’ve always loved mythical animals.)

“The Distance from Sam” An 8 year-old St. Bernard named Barry, a 3 year-old Golden Retriever named Mick, and a 1 year-old Sheltie named Sandy set off to return to their owner Sam, after being kidnapped and sent across country. (Kinda like Homeward Bound. Came in mind when I saw these three dogs alone by a street, no humans around.)

“The Skilled” Andy and Ashley(both fifteen) and their eight year-old siblings, twins Alex and Alexa, gain powers from the sewers. All: understand animals and fly, Andy: talk to toys, Ashley: speak to plants, Alex and Alexa: psychic powers. “I used to think my toys would come to life when I was gone. I guess I was right.”-Andy. Based on a dream. (Too many “A” names, oof. Also, toy Story much?)

“The Moon’s Eye” A teenage girl named April gets trapped under a snow drift and wakes up to be a wolf. A nearby wolf pack needs her aid and calls her The Mooneye, a changeling. (Cool. Cool.)

“Unusual Forces of Omnipotence” A woman and her horse are supposedly crushed by a U.F.O. When Tanaya wakes up she finds out she has super strong senses and can run as fast as her horse. Pluto the alien knows he’s going to be in trouble if his planet finds out he crash landed and accidentally gave a human the powers of her horse. He tries to fix it. Told from Tanaya, Sunray (the horse), and Pluto’s point of view. Based on a dream. (Sounds interesting! Title came from before I knew UFO was an acronym lol.)

“The Lawn” Unknown to humans, a yard full of statues come alive at night. There is an elk, two bears, four buffalo, a wolf, an eagle, three horses, a small boy, a moose, a bighorn sheep, and a rabbit. (Based on a real lawn I’d see on the way to school.)

“Dragon Eyes” Max has an ordinary life, until his family, him, and his three friends, Alice, Peter, and Samuel, are transported to another world. His parents are then kidnapped and they have to fight against an evil Mother Nature. Based on a dream. (Interesting. The dream was freaky.)

“Sweet Treat” Emily’s dad works at a candy factory, and one day she visits him and realizes his work is not all it seems… Based on a dream. (What? I don’t remember what was different about his work???)

“The Flight of the Supernatural” Randy thinks he is mostly a normal kid. Sure, he and his dad live inside a mountain, and sure, some flying species of human killed his mother, that doesn’t mean he can’t live normal life homeschooling and watching TV. But unfortunately, Randy’s life turns around when he finds out he can fly. Is his father telling the truth? Did his own species kill his mother? Based on a dream. (Actually REALLY loved this story.)

“Whispering Willow” A girl named Willow helps 20 wolf cubs escape a pet store and then is recruited by a zoo. Pretty soon all of the animals know her as Whisper. Based on a dream. (Cool. another animal whisperer.)

“The Invasion of Our Minds” Little black aliens invade Earth and only one person can stop them: Julia. Based on a dream. (Oh RIGHT! Yeah I remember that.)

“The Marble Island(Possibly a short story?)” Julia goes on a trip to a new marble island only to find the owner turns people into stone figurines. Based on a dream. (Links to the previous story, I think.)

“Have some candy!” Violet, an expert on strange occurrences, needs to help a group of people who mysteriously turned into animals after attempting to grab candy bars from a bin in a local store. Based on a dream. (More animal transformation.)

“The Guide to Mythical Creatures I Made Up” A guide to everything from the Mystic Melody to the Gollan. (I don’t remember either of their designs! :P )

“Trying to Get Back to Mom” Michael and Annabelle meet new friends, while they frantically try to reunite with their mother. (Don’t remember.)

“Surprise of the Future” Pearl travels to the future and has to fight her now-evil brother in his stone mansion. (Not Pearl from SU. Based on a dream.)

“All for You” A man has to overcome many obstacles, such as mermaids, yellow smoke wolves, and magic maps, to save the world and his girl. (Oh yeah, this was a cool one. Based on a song, but I can’t remember which one.)

“The Stranger at the Door” Keith and Amber have lived with their grandmother for many years, but now they live alone and nobody knows. Then a strange girl arrives at the door. She claims they will have to leave town within 2 hours or risk being stuck in a quarantine zone. There will be traffic jams and other hindrances, so it's best to leave right now without taking anything with you. Unsure about everything, including this strange girl, the teenage boy disagrees to the proposal, if all this turns out to be true, this choice will seem foolish. His younger sister does agree. But what if this strange girl can't be trusted. Or what if all this is an elaborate trap. How could an ordinary teenage girl and boy end up in a situation like this. Time to find out. (Oh, a quarantine story? How long ago was this? 2017 I think.)

“The Beginning of the Hybrid Brothers” A backstory that shines a light on how Ralph the Rat-Man and Dr. Discord came to be evil. (YES, MY TWO VILLAINS NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT BUT ARE STILL DEAR TO MY HEART HNNNNNNNG.)

“Unnamed but same as the blank” A girl named, _____, lives in a family of nine. She and her mother are the only ones who aren’t “Morhumals”, or people who can turn into one animal. After the twins mess-up and send a “Morhumals” hunter after them, it is up to ___ and her sister, ____ to rescue them.

“Song of the Siren” ____ is back after her fourteenth birthday. She finally has received her animal and must follow her family to the mythed Siren hideout.

#story #comic #HarmonyTRE #comic plan

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enigmatist17 · 4 years

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Promethea (Zane/Rhys/Vaughn/Timothy)(1)

I just

I like the idea of them all <:)

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Promethea was a faint glow of purples at night, usually a breathless sight to behold for newcomers.

You got used to the glow after some time, and for some, it was a source of comfort.

Timothy Lawrence could never get used to the sight, spending most of his nights by the window right before he would go to bed. The glow hid the stars high above, stars that only reminded him of the casino, of being trapped in a hellscape for so long he had nearly called it quits before his life was changed. The thought of being in space, where he couldn’t run anywhere except to the vacuum of death only racked up his anxiety to impressive heights at the mere thought. Luckily, during the daytime, he was distracted and free of thinking about such things. He had his new job, his friends, his lovers, and helping those who couldn’t help themselves.

At night, however, he would wake in the casino most nights. Pretty Boy would sometimes be there, tying Timothy down and taking whatever he could, forcing Timothy to say he was Jack between the pain whimpers and unsolicited moans of forced pleasure. Other times, he was in his cage, watching as the Vault Hunters fought and lost at the hands of Pretty Boy, listening as their screams were cut off one by one. Sometimes, he’s lying on the floor in the place he had made home, hearing Jack’s laughter and mockery as he held a gun to his head.

He tried his best to avoid sleep when he first arrived at Promethea, his mask doing only one good thing and hiding his exhaustion. Rhys, still so foreign yet known to the doppelganger, had seen through him and offered sedatives. It worked for a while, long enough to grow to trust, to accept, and to love, to grow relaxed enough to start forgetting to take his sedative. The nightmares waited, striking when Timothy had dozed off on one of the various couches scattered throughout Rhys’ penthouse. Zane, relaxed on a chair across from him, drew his ever-present pistol when Timothy had screamed, a primal and terrifying noise that usually were uttered by those being tortured. After scanning the room and seeing nothing, Zane’s gun is holstered and tossed aside, more concerned about scooping Timothy up into his arms. The lad freezes and starts lashing out at Zane, glazed eyes wide and unseeing as he is restrained.

“Stop it! Stop hurting me!” Timothy shrieks, startling a returning Rhys and Vaughn who were just stepping through the front door. Zane eases up on his hold, Vaughn seemingly materializing to hold Timothy’s head from smacking back against the arm of the couch any further. By now, Timothy is sobbing, the name Pretty Boy spilling from his lips in a way that makes Zane narrow his eye for a moment.

“Sweet boyo, sweet boyo he’s not ‘ere.” Zane gently cooed, his voice soft as Timothy continues to cry out. He is now only moving his flesh hand, firmly gripped around Rhys’ offered hand from behind the couch, knuckles white as snow from the strength he was using. “Zane is ‘ere, I’m not gonna let Pretty Boy hurt ye. Open yer eyes fer me sweet one, open them an’ look at me.” Timothy almost looks unwilling to comply, and the sobs begin to trail off as Vaughn leans down and nuzzles the side of Timothy’s head. The bandit makes a soft purring noise, and finally, bleary eyes seem to focus. At first, all Timothy sees is a small bit of the ceiling, fluffy brown hair obscuring most of his view as he sniffles.

Wait...what?

He feels a set of hands holding his head down, Vaughn pulling back and looking almost relieved to see him awake. His head is soon released, and Timothy feels errant tears on his face, his nose clogged up in a way that only happened when he...cried… Timothy feels the blood drain from his face when Rhys and Zane come into view, and all he can manage is to look down in shame.

This was it. No one wanted a broken and shattered husk of a man, no one wanted someone who feared sleeping, no one wanted someone who screamed at his past that haunted him.

“Lad? Are ye there?” Zane hasn’t taken his eyes off of Timothy, the doppelganger feeling that eye locked in on his very being.

“...what did I say?” Timothy sounds hoarse, flinching at Vaughn’s touch just for a moment, before curling in against the bandit the second Vaughn was sitting down. He’s tugged up and onto Vaughn’s lap, strong arms hugging Timothy as close as possible. It was one of the easiest ways to get Timothy to relax, the man craving any sort of physical interaction he could get.

“Ye were talkin’ about the casino.” Zane doesn’t want to speak the name, and Timothy finds himself grateful when he doesn’t. Despite having been with the three for almost a year, a lot of what he went through in the casino was a mystery to them. Only Moxxi knew, and had deleted the years and years of footage after she spoke to him in a way that made his heart ache. The others had never pried, never asked whatever it was that Timothy kept from them.

“...I’m sorry.” Timothy can’t help but apologize, and he feels a familiar metal hand rest over his own, giving it a small squeeze.

“What for?” Timothy just shrugs, a small noise escaping his lips when Vaughn presses a kiss to his neck.

“For not...for being a fucking disaster.” He laughs bitterly, voice wavering as Vaughn continues to press kisses on his neck and jaw. “I am not worth the three of you…”

“Says who?” Zane scowls, watching as Rhys comes from the back of the couch, kneeling in front of the couch where he and Vaughn sat. The doppelganger feels the way Rhys leans against him, somehow hugging Timothy just so that a tear escapes him. Zane just worms a hand in, running his calloused thumb over Timothy’s flesh hand back and forth slowly. Timothy can’t seem to answer, just so overwhelmed by how they just held him, giving him so much love despite who he had been and what he had done.

He doesn’t hear who suggests it first, but eventually, they all pull apart. Timothy curls against Zane after taking a half-hearted shower, the two on Rhys’ sprawling bed. It took him a minute to even realize the fact, and before the question makes it way past his lips, they are joined by Vaughn.

“You bros comfy?” The bandit hums, setting his glasses on the nightstand as he watches the others cuddling a foot away. Zane flashes a thumbs-up, glancing over when Rhys finally emerges from his own shower.

“I would think so! That’s the best mattress in the whole galaxy I think.” Rhys grins, noting the sleepy look Timothy gives him as the CEO slips in beside Vaughn. The lights dim as everyone relaxes and gets comfortable, and Timothy can only feel his anxiety starting to rise at the thought of succumbing to another nightmare.

“Get some rest, we’ll be here.” Zane murmurs into his ear, and Timothy wants to protest. His room isn’t far, and there he can scream and have his lovers be blissfully unaware. Yet, as Vaughn nuzzles the side of his neck, and Zane just tightens his hold, his room suddenly doesn’t seem so appealing.

Timothy doesn’t even remember falling asleep, breathing peacefully as for once the casino doesn’t haunt him.

#borderlands 3 #borderlands 3 spoilers #zane flynt #rhys strongfork #vaughn #timothy lawrence #zane x rhys x vaughn x timothy #I want my boyo's happy on promethea

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pixelrose-voidpunk · 4 years

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Well I officially animated the whole Squad™️

This one has the most frames but took the least time cause I literally drew 1 frame then just... copy+paste+select tool+drag to new location.

One day I’ll do the cool dragging effect on the gas ball... today ain’t that day y’all.

Bless Neww for being a very simple boyo to draw. Most valid of my ocs. Love that for him. Casey... they’re also valid... if I’m not animating them cause those moving rainbows were my second worst idea. The worst idea was EVERYTHING about Pixi, she’s so high maintenance I can’t.)

#voidpunk #voidsona #oc: neww

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unchartedterritoria · 4 years

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Dangerous (Sam Drake x OC) - Chapter 29

*NEW CHAPTER*

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5* Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10 * Chapter 11 * Chapter 12 * Chapter 13 * Chapter 14 * Chapter 15 * Chapter 16 * Chapter 17 * Chapter 18 * Chapter 19 * Chapter 20 * Chapter 21 * Chapter 22 * Chapter 23* Chapter 24 * Chapter 25 * Chapter 26 * Chapter 27 * Chapter 28

As always, you can read the story thus far on A03 HERE

Tags: @jodiereedus22, @shambhalala, @missdictatorme

Reviews and comments are always appreciated!

A hard knock on the door of the motel room announced Sully's arrival. Still cautious, Sam hastily threw the garish, flowery comforter over the assortment of weapons he had gotten from the Ricker brothers just an hour earlier. He gave a quick glance through the crack between the heavy drawn drapes, enough to see the casual short-sleeved style button-down that Sully always preferred.

"It's me, open the door," Sully's gruff voice came from behind the door as he noticed the slight rustle of the window coverings.

Sam closed his eyes and sighed, running a hand through his hair, feeling the dark cloud of inevitable guilt-laden ass-chewing that lay behind the door in the form of Victor Sullivan.

Sam undid the flimsy chain lock and deadbolt, opening the door. Before he could begin to argue and explain his actions in vain, pain ricocheted through his head, the unexpected punch to the nose, making him stumble backward. Tripping awkwardly over his own feet, he landed square on his ass next to the bed.

Sully strode through the doorway, looking the rather imposing figure despite the cane in his right hand, which he used to slam the door closed behind him.

A few drops of blood caught on Sam's upper lip. He wiped it away gingerly with the back of his hand, careful not to touch his nose.

"I deserve that," He said, getting to his feet after a moment, sure that the bleeding had stopped and that his nose wasn't broken.

“You deserve a lot more than that,” Sully threatened.

“I know I do.”

“What kind of shitstorm have you gotten her into?”

Oh good, getting right into things.

"Something a lot bigger than I thought it was," Sam sighed sourly, leaning back against the door. His hand reached up occasionally to touch his nose while Sully paced elliptical patterns through the tiny motel room Sam and Faith shared. "Sit down before you fall down old man, you're looking a little pekid," He told Sully. Taking his own advice, he pulled out a chair and sat down at the small table.

"Don't tell me to sit down! I'm just fine," He said defiantly. Sully took a few more obstinant strides around the room. A layer of perspiration shone on his pale face before finally, he resigned himself to the chair across from Sam, muffling a gruff groan as he sat.

“How's the leg doing?” Sam asked.

“We'll talk about me later,” Victor answered quickly, shutting down Sam's meager attempt at small talk, “Now tell me what's going on.”

Sam took a readying breath. “How much did you find out from Nathan?”

“The high points. Lincoln's treasure. Springfield. Something about a goddamn barrel here in the Keys... Remy St. James,” He added the name of their fallen friend last. A stoic sadness in his dull green eyes, it was the hardened gaze of a man experienced with death and loss. “Damn shame. He was a good kid.” Sully reflected.

"That he was," Sam said, his face guilty and ashen as he shook a cigarette out of the pack next to the half-full ashtray on the table.

"Well, if that was the highlights, they don't tell me squat. Give me the play by play," Sully asked, adjusting his injured leg under the table.

Sam spent the next half hour chain-smoking and retelling the events of the last 67 days. The activities and finds in Springfield, the horrible and harrowing situation that had unfolded in the basement of the abandoned Edwards house, the previous three weeks of searching for any clues and finally finding a lead at the Martello Museum. Sam made the decision to keep what brought them to the museum, treasure hunter pillow talk that morning after Mother's Day, to himself.

“And that's when he grabbed her?” Sully asked.

“Yeah.”

“And you are absolutely sure it was Jasper?”

“Oh, I know it was him. Son of a bitch even left me a goddamn note,” Sam said bitterly, stubbing out the butt of his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray. Anxious, he pushed himself away from the table and strode around the space.

“A note?”

"Oh yeah, 'I've taken your queen, your move,'" He mocked in a thick Georgia accent. Sully frowned.

“Your queen?”

"Yeah, like it's a fuckin' chess match. You wanna see my move, Jasper? You wanna see my move?" Sam ranted to the warm air, giving the bed a kick with his boot, it made the weapons of his makeshift armory clack together. "Yeah, I'm gonna take these guns, shove them up your ass and leave a giant fuckin' divot where you stand. How's that for a fucking move?" Sam snatched the comforter from the bed, leaving it in a crumpled heap as he started to stuff the weapons in black duffel bags.

Your queen. Sully turned the line over in his brain. He scanned the room, his greying eyebrows furrowed.

With Sam having stowed his small arsenal away, Sully could see the large, singular dip in the middle of the mattress. The dip one could always find in the beds of an old married couple.

Samuel, please tell me you didn't, he thought, looking around the room again for another sign. The small pile of clothes that looked haphazardly thrown to the ground included Sam's t-shirt with a shiny aqua bra strap poking out from beneath it. That was all he needed to see.

“Samuel, I asked you two things, keep her safe and keep your hands to yourself.”

“Huh?” Sam poked his head up.

"I told you, I warned you, and you still couldn't do either!

"Alright, you know what, Victor?" Sam huffed, hastily zipping closed the last bag, and throwing it next to the door. "You got to ask your questions, now you're gonna answer mine. Who is Faith, and why is she so goddamn important to you?"

“Sam-” Sully said quietly, staring blankly at the table.

“No,” Sam interrupted. “No, this who time all I've gotten out of you is keep her safe and keep her out of my bed. I wanna know why.”

Victor silently drummed his fingers on the worn Formica. "You don't know," He said softly, the hint of sympathy in his voice made Sam cross his arms in confusion.

“Should I?”

"Where do you keep your whiskey?"

Sam went to the single cupboard above their sink/stove/fridge combination and drew out a bottle of Jameson and a glass. He put them both in front of Sully and sat back down in his chair. Sully grabbed the bottle and poured a third of a glass of amber liquid. He slid it in front of Sam.

“You're gonna want this boyo.”

Sam eyed the old man guardedly. “Is she your kid, Victor?” He asked, finally getting out the question that had been floating in his head for weeks.

“What?”

"You've never given two shits about who I fool around with, and now suddenly, you're acting like you're gonna chop my balls off if I touch here. Something like that, it's a dad thing to do; So I gotta ask, is Faith, your daughter?" Sam challenged.

“No, she is not my daughter,” Sully said with a mirthless chuckle.

“Is she your granddaughter?”

"No, now be quiet for a minute, and I'll tell you," Sully huffed with some annoyance before he continued. "Faith's grandfather was a fellow squid. We served together in the war. During one tour, our ship took two torpedoes in the side. I got knocked around pretty good, and Hank, that's Faith's grandpa, made sure I got my bruised, broken, and bleeding ass off that rig. Fella saved my life."

Sam leaned back in his chair, his head cocked to the side in interest. Victor Sullivan rarely spoke about his time in the Navy and his time during the war specifically.

"Hank was a hell of a guy. After we got out of the service, we'd get together a couple times a year and knock back a few. Talk about the old days, catch up. On one of these visits, he asks me for a favor. His daughter and her husband were looking to go on vacation. Somewhere that wasn't too touristy, but that was still a nice place to visit. He knew that I traveled a lot for my work and asked if I could hook him up with something nice for Sussi and her husband. Hank had never asked me for more than a quarter in almost 40 years, not to mention I owed him my goddamn life. So I took care of it for him."

Sully stopped for a moment. He rubbed his mustache and let out a deep sigh. Sam began to wonder with some annoyance where this story was going and when Victor would get to some concrete answers.

“I took care of all of it for him. I even had a place in mind when he'd asked. I'd just been down there, doing a little recon for you, Nate...and Rafe Adler.”

Sam's chest tightened at the mention of Rafe's name.

“Two full weeks in a king suite. Beachfront. In Panama. 18 years ago.”

Sam gripped the glass in front of him with both hands to steady the tremors that rolled through his body.

"You ever really get a good look at Faith's eyes? I swear they're the exact same as her mothers," Sully added after a moment, not sure if he should continue ripping the scab off the double decades' old wound that still oozed and throbbed for Sam in the night.

Sam could picture Faith's face perfectly. Her high, full cheeks. The small upturned nose that she called her ski jump. And her warm brown eyes that had stared right through him just that morning as they lay naked together quietly. Her eyes always seemed familiar to him, as if he had seen her his whole life somewhere.

Disbelief and denial crashed over him as he, at last, realized where he'd seen them. In his dreams. In his nightmares.

“You can really see it when she's angry,” Sully added quietly. The last nail hammering the truth home. The loud bang of the spike bringing on the memory of the night Sam had met Faith Spencer 68 days ago. When she had gotten in his face about family, her eyes ablaze with anger.

The same eyes of the woman that had called him a fucking animal those 18 years ago.

Sully smoothed the tops of his tan slacks with his sweat heavy palms. “I didn't have a clue until I dropped in on Hank two months later and found Sussi sitting at his kitchen table feeding Faith's father his dinner through a straw.”

Saliva flooded Sam's mouth as the bile rose in the back of his throat. He swallowed it back hard.

"I asked if they'd caught the guy," Sully continued. "When she told me he'd died in an escape attempt with two other men, I put two and two together." He sat back in his chair, his hands folded across the slightly bulging belly that had come with his old age. "I'd created this perfect clusterfuck of a storm, and of course, I blamed myself. Hank and Sussi, even Everett forgave me. Never blamed me in the first place cause that's the kind of people they were. Good people. Still didn't stop the guilt, it turned my visits from every couple of months to every couple of years."

Sully sighed, his lips tight together, but the heaviness that was in his eyes was gone, the burden of keeping this information to himself lifted.

"And this wasn't just about keeping Faith from finding out; it was about keeping it from you too."

Sam's jaw clenched, his head lowering in anger. None of it gone unnoticed.

"Before you go flying off the handle, let me finish. There was no sense dredging up the past and its accompanying bullshit. Not for you. I know you still have nightmares, Samuel. I've heard you wake up yelling in the middle of the night enough times to know that."

Sam dropped his head, unable to hold Sully's gaze as a rush of unnecessary shame shaded his neck red. Unaware of what he did in his sleep, he had always tried to keep his nightmares private. He figured, no info, no questions; No autopsy, no foul.

"I thought that if I could just keep a distance between the two of you, I could keep the past in the past." Sully leaned forward and grabbed the untouched glass from in front of Sam. "Guess we both failed pretty spectacularly, eh?" He muttered sarcastically before taking a swallow.

The seconds past. Sam still sat motionless, staring blankly at a random fixed point on the chipped table. The silence eventually proved too heavy for Sully to take.

“Christ, will you say something?”

"I'm leaving at 6AM. Be ready by then," Sam uttered in an emotionless monotone as he stood and strode out the door, closing it behind him quietly, leaving Sully and his cigarettes sitting at the table.

#sam drake fanfiction #sam drake x oc #samuel drake x oc #OC X Sam Drake #uncharted fanfiction #dangerous #My writing

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chez-pezeater · 5 years

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TCR Birthday Bash 2019: Day 7- Game Night

So this is probably going to get me either a lot of hate, thrown out of the fandom, or (best case scenario) requests for more. I’m honestly not sure which is worse (worst?) at this point. Either way please enjoy Cards Against Humanity: The Cat Returns Addition. Persephone is a TCR OC that belongs to @tcrmommabear & @sindysugar being used with their permissions.

At this point Hiromi has long since become a frequent visitor to the Bureau after following Haru one day. Meaning Hiromi while not quite as close to the others as Haru is, is still considered a friend. Also the humans are in their early 20s and knowing my friends and I when we get into the game, potty language. Which really should just be a warning for CAH in general.

Cards Against Humanity (for those that don’t know) is played with two types of cards: Black prompt cards and White (I call them) Reaction cards. A person draws a prompt card and the other players put down their reaction card(s) face down and then replace the number of cards they used. Prompt drawing player flips them over and selects the best reaction card of the round. Best reaction card(s) win the prompt card. Prompt cards use between 1-3 reaction cards.

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To be fair, the entire thing was ENTIRELY Hiromi’s fault. Now that’s not to say that Haru didn’t love her best friend, because she did. She also knew EXACTLY what kind of humor Hiromi had. Mix that with a card game who’s box quite literally proclaims it to be “A horrible game for horrible people”. Yeah… It’s all Hiromi’s fault.

Hiromi drew a black prompt card. “’What’s making things awkward in the sauna?’ Ok folks hit me with your best shots.”

Louise puts down a card reading ‘A sales team of clowns and pedophiles.’

Muta chose to use ‘Scrotum tickling.’

Persephone gave it some thought before selecting ‘Cute Boys.’

Baron hesitated before putting down ‘MechaHitler.’

Haru slaps down ‘Full Frontal Nudity.’ with NO HESITATION.

Toto calmly places down ‘Fiery Poops.’

Hiromi reads all the reaction cards before declaring “A sales team of clowns and pedophiles is the winner. Who put that down cuz yeah that would make things awkward?”

Louise raises a hand while smirking. She accepts her prize before drawing a new prompt card, “’Only two things in life are certain: death and (blank).’ Oh my, there are so many ways that could be taken.”

Hiromi slapped down ‘The violation of our most basic human rights.’ as her card.

Muta, thinking of everything that happens regarding any of the groups antics, put down ‘Total fucking chaos.’

Persephone, not having very many good cards, selects ‘The male gaze.’

Baron, knowing how dramatic his sister is, chose ‘Dropping a chandelier on your enemies and riding the rope up.’ (winner)

Haru hemmed and hawed before putting down ‘Kamikaze pilots.’

Toto put down ‘Every ounce of charisma left in Mick Jagger’s tired body.’ hoping to get some laughs.

Louise read the cards out loud, cackling in between them, and said “’Dropping a chandelier on your enemies’ wins. So which one of you called me out like this?”

“I did sister dear, after all between the two of us this is exactly the kind of dramatics you would use.” Snorts echoed around the table, implying that Louise wasn’t the only over-the-top-Gikkingen around.

And so the game continued:

R3) Muta- (prompt) Listen, Gary, I like you. But if you want that corner office, you’re going to have to show me (blank).

Hiromi- Being a busy adult with many important things to do

Louise- Deez nuts

Persephone- Exactly what you’d expect

Baron- A constant need for validation

Haru- My worthless son

Toto- Meaningless sex

“Tough call but with how humans are ‘A constant need for validation.’ wins although ‘Meaningless sex.’ was close.” “Drat,” Toto declared while Baron took another card.

R4)Persephone- (prompt) Dear Sir or Madam, We regret in infom you that the Office of (blank) has denied your request for (blank).

Hiromi- Bill Nye the Science Guy & A gassy antelope

Louise- Republicans & Black People

Muta- Blackula & The shambling corpse of Larry King

Baron- Sean Penn & Tripping balls

Haru- AXE Body Spray & Being fabulous

Toto- Wifely duties & Consensual sex

“Seriously Louise? ‘Wifely duties.’ AND ‘Consensual sex.’ You know that combination wins.” “Sorry Love but that wasn’t mine.” “Nope it was mine.” “Well either way it was well played, well done Toto.”

“Looks like it’s time to pull out the ‘Most Horrible Person of the Night Award’.” “Hiromi, No!” “Hiromi YES!” “Hey! Why does Birdbrain get Doritos?!”

R5) Baron- (prompt) Well if (blank) is a crime, then lock me up!

Hiromi- The boners of the elderly

Louise- Eating together like a god damn family for once

Muta- The harsh light of day

Persephone- The Boy Scouts of America

Haru- Saying “I Love You”

Toto- The light of a billion suns

“I feel like I’m being called out right now. Who played ‘Saying “I Love You.”?” Baron asked with a very unamused look on his face.

“I did,” Haru replied straightfaced.

“You’re never going to let that go are you?”

“What do you think?”

Baron sighed before handing Haru the prompt card. It was better not to argue with her.

R6) Haru- (prompt) When I was tripping on acid, (blank) turned into (blank).

Hiromi- Sudden Poop Explosion Disease & Used panties

Louise- The economy & The sweet song of sword against sword and the braying of mighty war beasts

Muta- Expecting a burp and vomiting on the floor & Turning the rivers red with the blood of infidels (winner)

Persephone- Crazy opium eyes & Treasure beyond your wildest dreams

Baron- Natalie Portman & Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night

Toto- A Ugandan warlord & Former President George W. Bush

“Really Muta? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: That’s disgusting.” “So are some of these reaction cards.”

R7) Toto- (prompt) Life for American Indians was forever changed when the White Man introduced them to (blank)

Hiromi- All my friends dying (winner)

Louise- Syphilitic insanity

Muta- How awesome it is to be white

Persephone- Indescribable loneliness

Baron- The Pope

Haru- The eighth graders

“Toto pass Hiromi the bag. Hiromi you’re terrible.” Hiromi just giggles naughtily.

R8) Hiromi- (prompt) (Blank): Brought to you by (blank).

Louise- Homeless people & Rich people

Muta- Mouth herpes & Going down on a woman, discovering that her vagina is filled with eyeballs, and being totally into that

Persephone- Santa Claus & Being rich

Baron- Shutting the fuck up & The Rev. Dr. Marin Luther King, Jr.

Haru- Getting caught by the police and going to jail & Going around punching people(winner)

Toto- Running out of semen & A mine having a stroke

“Sound about right.” “Oh and how would you know Turkey Leg? You don’t have any fists!” “Wouldn’t you like to know fatso.”

R9) Louise- (prompt) (Blank). Betcha can’t have just one!

Hiromi- Heartwarming orphans

Muta- Grammar nazis who are also regular Nazis

Persephone- Gwyneth Paltrow’s opinions

Baron- A sad handjob (winner)

Haru- Horrifying laser hair removal accidents

Toto- Emotions

“Is there something you want to confess brother dear?” “Not to you sister dear.”

R10) Muta- (prompt) This is the prime of my life. I’m young, hot, and full of (blank).

Hiromi- My dad’s dumb fucking face

Louise- Cancer

Persephone- Lunchables TM (winner)

Baron- YOU MUST CONSTRUCT ADDITIONAL PYLONS

Haru- The Hamburglar

Toto- Statistically validated stereotypes

“What? I’m hungry!”

R11) Persephone- (prompt) We never did find (blank), but along the way we sure learned a lot about (blank)

Hiromi- Blowjobs for everyone & Pac-Man uncontrollably guzzling cum (Hiromi)

Louise- What Jesus would do & The South

Muta- The white half of Barack Obama & A black-owned and operated business

Baron- God & A chimpanzee in sunglasses fucking your wife

Haru- Jobs & Western standards of beauty

Toto- Important news about Taylor Swift & Starting a shitty podcast

“HIROMI!” “AHH SAVE ME SOMEBODY!” (This was not the first time Hiromi used Pac-Man against Haru. Nor would it be the last.)

R12) Baron- In return for my soul, the Devil promised me (blank), but all I got was (blank).

Hiromi- Jesus & White people

Louise- Third base & Being fat and stupid

Muta- A subscription to Men’s Fitness & Pooping back and forth. Forever.

Persephone- Some shit-hot guitar licks & An ass disaster

Haru- Interspecies marriage & Necrophilia (winner)

Toto- The Blood of Christ & Adderall TM

“Guilty conscious Haru?” “I’M NOT A FURRY DAMNIT!”

R13) Haru- (prompt) You won’t believe what’s in my pussy. It’s (blank).

Hiromi- Daddy issues

Louise- The power of the Dark Side (winner)

Muta- A salty surprise

Persephone- Old-people smell

Baron- My collection of high-tech sex toys

Toto- How wet my pussy is.

“I hate you all.”

R14) Toto- (prompt) Money can’t buy me love, but it can buy me (blank)

Hiromi- The mere concept of Applebees TM

Louise- Sexual peeing

Muta- Authentic Mexican cuisine

Persephone- An asymmetric boob job (winner)

Baron- Helplessly gigling at the mention of Hutus and Tutsis

Haru- Switching to Geico®

R15) Hiromi- (prompt) (Blank) is a slippery slope that leads to (blank).

Louise- Blackface & Ripping open a man’s chest and pulling out his still-beating heart

Muta- Court-ordered rehab & Words, words, words.

Persephone- Same-sex ice dancing & Butt stuff

Baron- Establishing dominance & Stockholm Syndrome (winner)

Haru- Overpowering your father & Darth Vader

Toto- Copping a feel & A boo-boo

“Damn Baron, what are you into?” “I’m not! Why are you handing me these?” “Because you made shit go real dark, real quick boyo.”

R16) Louise- (prompt) My gym teacher got fired for adding (blank) to the obstacle course.

Hiromi- Walking into a glass door

Muta- Sperm whales

Persephone- Peeing a little bit

Baron- A face full of horse cum

Haru- Meatloaf, the man.

Toto- Warm, velvety muppet sex (winner)

“I think I need to give these back to you Toto.” “No no, you can still keep them.” (Cue unhappy Baron face.)

R17) Muta- What gets better with age?

Hiromi- Crippling debt

Louise- A Super Soaker TM full of cat pee (winner)

Persephone- Roland the Farter, flatulist to the king.

Baron- Yeast

Haru- The placenta

Toto- Nothing

“At least no one played ‘My genitals.’ this time.” “That can still change Haru~.”

R18) Persephone- (prompt) In his new action comedy, Jackie Chan must fend off ninja while also dealing with (blank).

Hiromi- Not having sex

Louise- Aaron Burr

Muta- Mixing M&Ms and Skittle like some kind of psychopath

Baron- The dentist

Haru- Samuel L. Jackson (winner)

Toto- Getting eaten alive by Guy Fieri

“To be fair, Ryan Renolds had a hard time dealing with Samuel L. Jackson in ‘The Hitman’s Bodyguard.’” “Still funny.”

R19) Baron- (prompt) Today on Maury: “Help! My son is (blank)!”

Hiromi- A woman

Louise- A monkey smoking a cigar (winner)

Muta- Teaching a robot to love

Persephone- Running naked through a mall, pissing and shitting everywhere

Haru- Such a big boy

Toto- Filling every orifice with butterscotch pudding

“What is ‘Maury’?” “An American TV show that mostly deals with people deliberately exposing themselves to lie detectors and paternity tests because they can’t stay in their lanes and be decent human beings.”

R20) Haru- (prompt) Heed my voice, mortals! I am the god of (blank), and I will not tolerate (blank)!Hiromi- Sunshine and rainbows & Incest

Louise- The profoundly handicapped & Throwing a virgin into a volcano

Muta- Sweet, sweet vengeance & Cheating in the Special Olympics

Persephone- Finger painting & The hiccups

Baron- Erectile dysfunction & Having a penis (winner) (game end)

Toto- Nickleback & Licking things to claim them as your own.

“That’s it, game over, Baron wins, Good night.” “Oh c’mon Haru.” “Nope! Can’t do it! Good night!”

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‘Most Horrible Person of the Night Award’ is an inside joke among my circle of RL friends that typically ends up being a bag of Doritos.

#the cat returns #cards against humanity #warning: bad language #tcr birthday bash #tcr birthday bash 2019 #the cat returns fanfics #chezpez writes #TCR

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End of a Proud Pirate, Pt.1

[So I’m sharing the short story I wrote. It’s about Fishuli’s last night aboard his crew’s ship... Hopefully it’s likable, and be critical if you want c:]

Starry skies shone down on the waters of Booty Bay as a lone ship dropped its sails and moved off from the docks, roars of celebration and victory echoed throughout the city as the crew of The Black Rose prepared for new adventures. The crew was getting rowdy, barrels of drink were tapped, joyous pirates singing shanties, and their Captain overlooked them all with a smile on her face. They had deserved something of a break, and with a big payload from the last Alliance military ship they pillaged, they could easily live the good life for a small while. But throughout all the merrymaking and off-key singing, a lone troll stood at the stern looking back at the distancing city. He was hunched over the railing, swirling a bottle of rum in his hand and sipping from it every now and then. He was happy the crew was taking a break, but something was bothering him lately. In the past few weeks some of the crew didn’t seem themselves, more distant, and more bitter and hostile when they weren’t fighting. Given, this was the first raid they have done in almost a month, he could’ve guessed most were itching for a good fight, but he had some inkling that all was not well.

“Fishuli!” an arm wrapped around the troll’s shoulders as an orc laughed heartily, his breathed reeked of alcohol, speech slurred to high heavens. “What’re you doing back here boyo? The party is on the deck!” the orc laughed louder, squeezing the troll with his single arm. Fishuli, the troll in question could only chuckle.

“Not feelin’ it tonight Norkal, yeah?” Fishuli said, shucking off the orc’s arm who was taking another deep drink from his bottle.

“Ah be down ta cook wit’ de chef soon doh, ya look like ya can eat a murloc, mon.” the troll joked. The orc scratched his head, and turned back to the celebrations.

“I wonder what fried murloc would taste like…” he uttered, Fishuli could only feel disgust at the idea, waving off the orc as he was left alone again. Another drink of his rum and he was back to trying to make ends of the others. He couldn’t make sense of the whole thing. Perhaps it was just restlessness; most people become pirates for the money, the adventure, the violence. Fishuli wasn’t really here for the last of those three, but he was pretty content with. His whole life was more fulfilling when he joined years ago on a fateful night, one that started with him at the barrel end of the Captain’s pistol and ended with him being the ship’s own cabin boy. But here he was now, a real part of the crew, even picking up some pointers from the cook on-board.

The troll shook his head, he wasn’t going to bother figuring out what was wrong with everyone when they were all so joyous tonight, that can be saved for his awaiting break, maybe he’ll go back to Sen’jin and visit his mother, it had been a few too many years. He rubbed the bridge of his nose imaging the earful he was going to get for not visiting in so long, but it was going to be nice being back home. Taking a deep sigh, Fishuli muttered a quiet cheers to himself and chugged the rest of his rum, the sweet spice lingering on his tongue as he finished it off with a satisfied breath. He was tipsy, but still good to cook, well… hopefully. Time had passed now. A full moon hung brilliantly in the sky, it rays of light illuminating the troll. His blue eyes gazed down at the ocean, the ripples in the water putting him at ease. One that would come to an abrupt end.

Footsteps sounded behind the troll, heavy and thumping. Fishuli rolled his eyes, “Ah said ah be comin’ Norkal, don’ rush m-“his sentence was cut off as he turned. A glint of something shined in the moonlight, moving too quick for the troll to grasp. It cut across his face, a searing pain making the man grunt in shock. He drew his hand to the source of the agony; a cut, just missing his eye but already bleeding heavily. Fishuli snarled through clenched teeth.

“Jus’ what in de hells are joo-.”

Thwack!

He was silenced again. The world was blurred, his hearing nothing but white noise. He fell to his knees. Something warm was running down his face, his vision slowly turning crimson. The troll shakily looked up. Two figures loomed over him, their faces obscured by his fading consciousness. But he knew who they were, he could still tell from how they were dressed. They were a part of the ship they sailed on. The larger of the two reached forward, a single hand clutched at his neck, threatening to crush it. The strange figure lifted him up with ease; Fishuli was struggling for air as he was then held over the railing. With the last of his strength his lips formed a single word.

Mutiny.

The figure let go, plunging Fishuli into the dark waters below. The impact sounded with a loud crash, the shock of the cold waters waking him. But he could barely move, he could only look helplessly up at the moon as he sank. He tried to kick his legs, thrashing with all his might, still he sank deeper. He prayed to the loas and they did not answer, still he sank deeper. Everything grew darker.

This is it? He thought, dying in the ocean, no one to know what became of me? What will happen to my crew? My Family? It can’t end like this can it?

No. No it couldn’t. Fading blue eyes shot open, a new desire burning within him, wanting to escape this untimely demise. Fishuli kept kicking his legs, his will wrestling with his body to put his arms into the motion. Slowly he brought down his left arm, then his right, his left again. He could feel himself forcing his way upwards, focusing on reaching. He was losing breath as water filled his lungs. He could see the moon clearly again.

Almost… there…

Breaking through the surface, the troll let out a bloodcurdling cry, coughing and spluttering water. His wounds burned like a thousand suns but he’d be damned to stop here. In the distance he could barely make out The Black Rose sailing further away, that option was far gone now. Spinning himself around he saw feint lights and something large and ugly standing in front of them. “Janeiro’s Point…” Fishuli made in the direction of the small island. He wasn’t going to die. Not tonight.

#fishuli #short story #world of warcraft #seadog's writing

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ultronnie · 7 years

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Tell me about Dustin pls

A H H H I GOTTA DO ANOTHER HELL YEAH DUDE

SLEEP WHO? IDK HER-

anyways-

Full Name: Dustin Moore. Totally the douchiest name ever but he was a douchey douche for a minute.

Gender and Sexuality: He’s male and straight. Wowie, hard to come by a straight character in Re-Hash. A rarity! Wowie!

Pronouns: He/him~

Ethnicity/Species: Hyena boyo! The best to draw! Ah!!!

Birthplace and Birthdate: Again I don’t think I set a birthday for him yet. I imagine it’s somewhere around July/August, though.

Guilty Pleasures: Shit. Didn’t think about this for him, actually. I dunno. He’s a pretty open guy. I don’t think he has any shame in his interests at all.

I will say though, he guzzles root beer like it’s his lifeline and Dustin gets self conscious about the amount he drinks if you point it out to him.

Phobias: He’s really afraid of failing. Lately he’s put a lot of pressure on himself to be a better person after he dropped outta college (long story there.) Dustin used to be a real dickhead. Like, a dickhead on a different plane of existence. He knows he was wrong for what he’d done to people in the past and just wants to be better.

Dustin also fears people leaving him. Certain things transpired that made him lose his original friend group from high school. Granted now he has a big squad that likes to smoke weed occasionally after they’re out til 2 AM doing nothing. But when he reconnects with THE MAIN BOYO KRIS who he was a total menace to waaaay back when, the two kinda reconcile. Dustin’s clingy (like how I mentioned Andy is) but he won’t outright say it. He likes to be around people and just desperately wants to be liked and seen as a friend.

Also, fuck clowns. Dustin hates clowns. I’m sure everyone saw It and all he did was curl in a ball and scream at everything.

What They Would Be Famous For: I’m not really sure. Dustin’s kinda just there. Not in a way that he’s boring but I don’t know if he’d do something that could make an everlasting impact on society. He’s hella good at skateboarding coz who the fuck doesn’t like a hyena who skateboards? That’s right, nOBODY-

COZ SKATEBOARDING IS HARD AND IF YOU CAN DO IT YOU’RE A COOL DUDE.

But yeah, not sure. I’d say if he were to be ‘famous’ it would be something in the same vein along skating or some shit. He did sports shit in high school but he wasn’t super serious about it.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Honestly, probably something stupid like getting pulled over and his friend (probably a rat stoner) has weed on him and he takes the blame for it coz he’s an idiot. This doesn’t happen but it wouldn’t surprise me if it did.

OC You Ship Them With: I don’t actually have anyone for him in a romantic sense yet. Kris joked that he used to think Dustin was cute even though Dustin was an asshole to him 24/7. But tbh I can’t even picture him with anyone romantically just coz he doesn’t seem like he’s ready for a romantic pursuit. Dustin’s more focused on making his life better and he doesn’t really wanna be tied down by something like that.

But I’m sure he’ll find someone eventually.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Andy jokes about stabbing him with his pocket knife sometimes, but he doesn’t mean it. Dustin’s suspicious of it, though.

But otherwise, nah. Dustin’s too lovable once he’s apologized to you six hundred times.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He likes a bit of everything. Although not a movie, he thinks Death Note is the shit.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: He’s not too keen on the gazillions of superhero movies that come out (YES, I KNOW, A SHOCKER. RONNIE WRITES A CHARACTER WHO DOESN’T WANNA SHOVE EVERY MARVEL MOVIE STRAIGHT UP HIS BUTT THE SECOND IT’S ANNOUNCED.) Of course he still sees them but he doesn’t eat ‘em up like someone else *kriscozhe’sme* does.

Talents and/or Powers: He’s been skating since he was about ten. People always told him it’d be a thing he gave up on when he was older, but Dustin never gave it up. It’s a passion for him.

Also, like I said earlier, Dustin played a few sports in his lifetime. His former BFF basically dragged him into playing football and shit. He didn’t love it but he dealt with it for FOUR YEARS COZ HE’S A PUSHOVER.

It wasn’t too bad, though. But yeah, he’s more of a rebel than a saint so- fuck sports. Skate or die, bro.

Why Someone Might Love Them: In terms of in the universe, I think characters like him just coz he’s easily very lovable now. Like, his evolution from Grade-A Dickwad to The Guy Who Just Paid For My Coffee And Donuts For No Reason is a huge change for him. It’s not an act, either. He’s trying hard to be genuine. It comes off as fake but it’s really not. I promise.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: People hold grudges against Dustin for how he treated them in the past. Rude names, sometimes physical abuse. Nothing major like HE RIPPED MY LEG OFF AND BEAT ME WITH IT but just shit like shoving and pulling on this poor rat kid’s ears and shit. He was one’a those kids. We all know what I’m talking about.

Thing is I want my characters to be flawed. I don’t agree with him for this shit he pulled. It’s bad. But Dustin learns from his mistakes. He wants to be better, and if someone doesn’t forgive him, so be it. He knows he did them wrong and he doesn’t blame them for hating him to the very core even if he apologized a million times over.

Actually, it’s a funny story:

I knew a kid in high school named Austin just like this a year under me. He wasn’t really an ass to me at all but he was annoying as fuck. Loud, made dumb comments, sometimes was up in people’s faces talking MAD SHIT. And I just thought he was a FUCKING IDIOT.

Then my senior year I have a class with this bozo and he sits in front of me. And I’m like ‘fucking wonderful, I literally wanna slit my wrists and pour my blood in his hair’. And he fucking turns around and DEAD SERIOUS SAYS:

“Hey dude! What’s up?”

And he actually turned out to be pretty cool. We talked a bit and he always threw compliments and shit my way about my shirt or the ugly fuck that I was doodling on my paper.

I thought it was a crazy change, though. Took me off guard. I was wary that it was all an act. But I earned why Austin was such a different guy about six months later from a teacher there who told me that he once asked her about ‘why exactly people think I’m so annoying, I’m never that serious about the teasing and shit.”

And she said, “Austin, you can’t treat people like this even if to you it’s just a joke. A lot of kids have hard lives and to them it’s not just a joke.”

And boom. Instantaneous change.

Dustin had a wake up call like that and I’m debating on what exactly it was. There’s a few ideas but they’re all pointing to one thing:

It was something bad that made him stop being the worst person he could be.

Well shit, that took a different turn.

How They Change: Again, Dustin goes from a total assface to one of Kris’ BFF’s shockingly enough. The details are in the story, though. Don’t wanna write it all out on here.

Why You Love Them: Dustin was without a doubt my FAVORITE character to draw. I never drew a hyena character of my own before him (and Teefers of course helped with this). His ears are my favorite thing to draw.

I also like his progression as a character. It’s a nice redemption arc that isn’t super serious but it is poignant.

I also like his stupid dotted face. He’s a cute lil dude.

So yeah. That’s Dustin.

tldr; Dustin is a flawed skater hyena who just wants to be a good person. He hates clowns and just wants friends. Also, he loves root beer.

#another long one #ABOUT MY BABY BOY DUSTIN AHHHHH I LOVE HIM #re-hash shit #growliere

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All That Glitters - Chapter 5: Dried Blood, Day Old Sorrows and a Perfect Plan

Check out the full fic on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11306139/chapters/25839360

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Three booming crashes sounded from behind the door to your tiny apartment, stark like the crack of a whip and many times more biting as they drew you from your much needed sleep. Whoever the hell it was would just have to fuck off and, judging by the bright rays of early morning sunshine spilling from behind your curtains, come back at a much more respectable time. There was no force in heaven or earth or even hell itself that could drag you out of bed, not after the night you’d had.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Those pounding hits came again, rattling your shitty door in its cheap frame, and still you refused to get up. It was more than enough that in one twenty four hour period you’d been called into work in the middle of the night to play nurse maid to your ill-tempered, sorta fuck-buddy Leprechaun, you would not be disturbed again unless the world was fucking ending. So with a huff and an indignant sniff, you pulled the blankets tighter about your slumber draped form, rolled over and promptly fell back asleep.

That’s why you were still wiping fervent dreams from your bleary eyes as you stumbled out of your bedroom a few hours later, intruder blessedly absent from your doorstep, though the weary motion caused you to entirely miss the haggard lump sprawled out on your couch. You made a fresh mug of coffee, grabbed a bagel and were about to head back to your room when a splash of crimson that most definitely didn’t belong to one of your throw pillows caught your eye.

You supposed that you should have been surprised when you caught sight of a cranky Leprechaun dozing on your couch, half healed wounds petulantly threatening to drip fresh blood onto the crisp cushions, hell you figured that you should even be a little angry, and you absolutely were. But you definitely shouldn’t be a little bit charmed, a little bit amused, and your traitorous heart certainly shouldn’t be stuttering hard in your chest, flipping like it was pleased by the sight before it.

The badly beaten, but slightly cleaner Leprechaun passed out on your sofa, spread out on cushions that were far too small for his hulking form, was fully engulfed in the peaceful vice of slumber, brawny arms folded over a wide chest that rose and fell with each of his slow breaths, his raging brow calm and smooth, his ruddy skin marred only occasionally by the errant gash of bright copper, beads of fresh blood glimmering like garnets in the spun wire of his full beard. Russet lashes fanned over freckled, moon pale cheeks, slashed faint shadows down his high cheekbones, cloaking eyes that you knew were the exact color of fertile rolling hills and wild mossy cliffs. He looked peaceful in sleep, noble almost, like he really could have been a King once, like he belonged to a world long forgotten in the tumultuous mists of time.

And then he snorted, the sound so undignified and jarring that you were instantly sure he’d woken up the entire neighborhood a whole fucking block over, and rolled onto his front, the action putting his poorly maintained, dripping wounds directly in line with the pristine cushions of your rented furniture. How he’d even managed to attain a whole slew of fresh cuts on his already scuffed face in a matter of a few hours was far beyond you.

Cursing under your breath you shuffled over to him, standing between your coffee table and the couch, staring down at him with what had to be a strange mixture of amusement and annoyance coloring your features. You plunked the bagel down on the fake balsa wood behind you but kept the coffee in hand, glad for its steaming weight in your palm.

Gingerly you prodded the thick heft of his shoulder with two fingers, shifting the solid chunk of muscle in a repeated jarring motion. Nothing. Sweeney didn’t even as much as grunt in acknowledgement. You prodded his shoulder harder, with more gusto, letting yourself briefly entertain a slim thread of girlish appreciation for the elasticity and strength of the sinew coiled beneath your fingers. Still nothing.

“Sweeney,” you called softly, mindful that after his rambunctious night he was in for one hell of a hangover this morning, leaning in close to waft the coffee just under his protruding nose, your cup brimming with a full bodied hazelnut blend that you hoped would entice him to wakefulness so that he could river dance his unwelcome ass straight out of here. Still nothing.

“Sweeney,” you barked, frustration blooming thick and gnarled in your chest, spurring you to slap the firm flesh of his ass hard with your free hand, your fingers brushing dangerously, intentionally, close to his more sensitive bits. That finally seemed to work, what with the integrity of his balls suddenly thrown into the balance, and he jolted awake with a coarsely grated curse and a furrowed brow.

“Good morning,” you cooed with exaggerated excitement as he sat up and glanced around, the surly expression gracing his face tugging his worn features into the exact arrangement you would expect from someone who’d spent the better part of their night slumped over a toilet, “Not at your finest this bright morn’, are ya boyo?”

Your mocking tone and poorly imitated accent earned you a scathing glance that held all the bitterness of an upset kitten, so in response you just chuckled and sipped your coffee, watching with blatant amusement as he fitfully attempted to heave his haggard body into some semblance of an upright position. Your snickers deepened when he hung his lank head between his knees like he was going to puke.

“What the fuck are you doing on my couch,” you questioned, internally commending yourself on your level, no nonsense tone, despite the poignant mix of heat and annoyance that was warring for purchase in your chest, “I believe I told you that you could not come home with me.”

“Technically, I didn’t,” he replied, bracing a huge hand on his tender ribs, where you assumed he’d been delivered a few swift, well deserved, ire fueled kicks some twelve or so hours ago, “I came in this morning, after you wouldn’t answer my knocks.” So that was who had been at your door, pounding away like a maniac. Of fucking course.

“Broke in,” you corrected, peering at him accusingly over the rim of your mug, glad for the caffeine whirling in your temples, helping you deal with this brand new fucked up situation that the day had delivered into your weary lap, “That’s what it’s called when you’re not invited but you come in anyway. And this is the second time you’ve made yourself at home here without my permission. Is that becoming our thing?”

“Ah fuck, I hope so,” Sweeney replied, finally finding a comfortable position that didn’t rattle his aching bones too much, using the respite that his precarious perch afforded him to sweep his molten gaze down your pajama clad form with poorly concealed want, his glinting eyes tracing the long bare lines of your legs, scrounging for a hint of your breasts beneath your thin t shirt, “I’m starting to like the sight of you in your bed clothes. Though I will say that the sight of you in nothing at all is much more preferable, out of all the options.”

Check out the full fic on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11306139/chapters/25839360

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X-Men Novelization (Part One)

Chapter Five

The five mutants waited in the back of the plane and struggled to speak over the noise of the engine. Raven stood in front of the men as she spoke.

“We’re almost to the mine where Lucifer currently hides,” Raven called out. “If our plane tries to land anywhere in the mine’s vicinity then Lucifer’s men will know we’re coming. Given your lack of experience with parachutes--

“I’ll lower us down safely, Raven, there’s no cause for concern” Erik interrupted. “I would worry more about your own safety than our’s.”

Raven smiled as the hatch the plane opened. The air roared and the four men winced against the rush of wind, but Raven was nonplussed. She checked her parachute to ensure it was secure one last time and turned toward the hatch. She called over her shoulder “Don’t be so sure,” before leaping out of the plane.

Hank, whose pallid look only worsened at the sight of someone leaping from a plane, leaned over to Charles next to him. “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I crossed the pond to study under you, Professor.” Despite Hank’s best efforts from preventing him from doing so, Erik overheard.

“This is the exact kind of skill our kind should be learning” Erik said. He unstrapped himself and stood up, waiting for Sean’s signal. The others unstrapped themselves as well.

“Alright, Erik,” Sean called out, less strain in his voice than the others carried in theirs. “You ready, boyo?”

Erik held out his hands. “Immensely.”

The four men leapt from the plane, wind whistling by their ears and their hair whipping in every direction. Hank squeezed his eyes shut, trying to flatten his body out to slow his descent. He felt the magnetic tug on the wires in his jumpsuit as Erik guided the fall of the four men through the night. Hank tried not to scream, and he discovered a certain thrill he had not known before that took the urge away entirely.

The four men landed in heavy grass, with Erik proving less gentle with Hank and Sean than he had been with Charles and himself. Hank toppled over into the grass, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as he tried to shoot Erik a look. By the time his eyes opened the other men were already moving through the grass, crouched down and as silent as possible.

Charles’ voice appeared in the minds of the others. Establishing telepathic contact. Raven, are you there?

Raven’s voice joined Charles’. I’m already inside. The men’s uniforms aren’t hard to copy, but you won’t have as easy a time getting in as I did. There are two guards at the entrance.

Sean, leading the group of four men, parted the grass in front of him slightly and confirmed Raven’s report. At the mouth of the mine there were indeed two masked figures guarding the entrance.

This is where I come in Sean said. He snuck around the perimeter as the other men watched, disappearing into the grass.

Charles, I’m scared Hank said.

Everything’s going to be fine, Hank Charles assured him.

We aren’t supposed to be here.

You didn’t have to come Erik said, and Hank’s face reddened as he realized he was not speaking to Charles privately. He bit his lip and started to growl, but his attention was split when he saw Sean sneaking up behind the guards.

There was a sudden high-pitched note, sharp and lasting less than a second. The three men in the grass clutched their ears instinctively, and when Hank looked up he could see that the two guards lay unconscious from their proximity to Sean’s scream.

Alright, boyos, come on ahead.

They joined Sean at the mouth of the mine, and all four men started their descent into the dimly lit cave. A single string of lights lead the way down the shoddy stairs.

Did you...did you kill them? Hank asked.

Didn’t need to Sean answered. But if you got any scruples about killin’ I suggest ya close yer eyes fer what’s next.

There was an eery silence in the mines as the men tried to pad their footsteps. Charles stopped suddenly and threw his arms out to stop the other men. Something’s wrong, he said, Raven’s in trouble. Raven! Raven, are you there?

There was no answer. Charles turned to look at the others, and Sean drew his gun from its holster on his chest as Erik drew a large Bowie knife. Hank suddenly felt vulnerable at the realization that he was unarmed, and stupid for not thinking to arm himself. When he noticed that Charles was also unarmed he felt a confidence grow in himself for the first time since leaving England.

Slower than they had before, the men continued down the stairs as Charles spoke to them. Something isn’t right. I should be able to at least sense Raven’s presence even if she isn’t conscious. Unless she--

A new voice interrupted Charles’, one that was low and rumbled and spoke with precision. Aah, so these are the minds of the interlopers?

Sean tightened his grip on his gun, leaning in to Charles and whispering “Who the ‘ell is that, Charlie?”

The rumbling voice started to laugh in the minds of the men. Did you think you could escape my watchful eye for even a moment? Who are you brave and stupid men to think you could sneak up on Lucifer himself?

At the bottom of the stairs a large wooden door blocked the way forward. The door was clearly constructed by Lucifer’s men, and heavy locks lined the edge. “He’s trying to prod into our minds,” Charles announced, making no effort to mask his voice. “I’m not letting him.”

“Good work, Charles,” Erik said, patting his friend on the shoulder and stepping past him. “I’ll take it from here.” Erik placed his hand on the door and took in a breath before releasing it. The door went flying off its hinges, revealing a massive cavern filled with crates and Lucifer’s men. More lights hung from the ceiling of the cavern, and at the very back was what could only be described as throne. Lucifer himself sat on the throne, surrounded by old computers and hanging wires and cloaked in shadows. Even from the shadows Hank could recognize the form of the man whose picture they all studied for those many weeks.

Lucifer’s men began to fire their guns at the mutants, but Erik held out his hand and stopped the bullets. A floating wall started to form out of the bullets as Erik strode forward confidently. Lucifer called out to the room “Kill them! Kill them all this instant!”

“Sean?” Erik asked, opening the wall of bullets slightly so that Sean could step forward. The air rippled from Sean’s mouth as he opened his mouth, releasing a sonic scream that tore through the guards.

“It’s taking everything I have to keep him out of our minds,” Charles said. “We need to stop him now.”

That was all Hank needed to hear. His fear melted off of him and the path to Lucifer became clear. Hank leapt up to the cavern wall, bouncing off it and swinging from a string of hanging lights. He flew through the air and landed in front of Lucifer’s throne, closing in on the criminal mutant. Lucifer stood from his throne and Hank saw into his black eyes before freezing in place.

“Hank!” Charles called out. The call did little good. Hank turned around, a man possessed, and Lucifer laughed as Hank charged at his compatriots. Erik pushed his hands forward and the wall of bullets curled around Hank and began to squeeze together. Erik struggled to contain Hank’s animal strength.

“Sean, put him down!” Erik called out. “Sean?” Erik turned to find Sean stumbling backwards, blinking rapidly. As Lucifer dug into his mind, Sean threw his head back and released a scream that filled the room in its entirety. The walls shook and dust filled the air. A rumbling began that surrounded the cavern. The look of pleasure of Lucifer’s face disappeared.

“You fools! You’re going to kill us all!” Lucifer yelled.

A boulder from the side of the cavern loosened from its place and fell toward Charles, but Erik threw out his hand and pushed Charles from its path. Charles watched as the boulder crushed into the place he was formerly standing, and his bewilderment turned to determination as the reality of what could have happened sunk in. “No more,” Charles said to himself. He then repeated himself, calling out to the room, “No more!” Lucifer released a cry of pain. “We are better than this! Humanity will not evolve into petty thieves and criminals.”

Lucifer dropped to his knees. Hank and Sean both slumped to the ground, their eyes in a haze. Erik looked over at Charles, whose eyes were locked on Lucifer in a death glare. Erik looked back at Lucifer and prepared to throw his knife.

A shot rang out from one of the guards and Lucifer dropped to the ground. The guard’s uniform shifted into a bluey hue and red hair sprang from his scalp. Raven stood in the guard’s place, but in a form Erik had never before seen. “He’s dead!” she called out. “Lucifer’s dead, we’ve got to get the hell out of here!”

Charles pushed himself up to his feet and Erik grabbed Hank and Sean magnetically. Ahead of everyone else Raven began sprinting and the men followed her, the cavern crumbling behind them. Charles raced up the stairs, his legs pumping as powerfully as they could.

The night sky stretched out in front of them as the cool air hit their face. The entrance to the mine crumbled behind them, and the panting of the mutants resounded around them.

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